<span style="color:#400080"><span style="font-size:85">IN THE HEAD.<br><br>So last Saturday my family and I traveled to a friend's house in Cali to visit. We stayed until yesterday. We were <span style="font-style:italic">supposed</span> to stay until <span style="font-weight:bold">today</span>; but yesterday morning I got up, went into my friend's huge, beautiful backyard... and slipped. Fell. Then smashed the right side of the back of my head against a stack of bricks. -__- My cousin came running outside after hearing the crash (since I also fell on a pile of glass bottles from a party we had) (I totally fall in the WRONG places). The force from my fall knocked me unconcious. When my cousin woke me up I laughed a little, asked what happened, then dusted myself off as if nothing happened. I told her I was fine and tried to shove her off me. I hate being doted over. However, she refused to leave me alone and instead dragged me into my mother's guestroom. -__o It was only six in the morning and my parents were still asleep. As soon as my cousin woke my mom up and I insisted that I was okay for the fifth time, blood started pouring down my neck and forehead. MY MOTHER FREAKED OUT. Seriously. Talk about bad timing, eh? Only when I saw the blood did it start to hurt. Of course. -__- They rushed me to the hospital. There was no need to rush though, because even with blood all over my head, neck and face, the hospital didn't take me in for about an hour. For that entire hour I was in literally the worst pain I have ever experienced in my life. But I refused to cry. Although if I <span style="font-weight:bold">had</span> started bawling my eyes out and screaming bloody murder they probably would've admitted me sooner. Anyway, when I eventually got into a room with a nurse, she took one look at my head and FLIPPED out. That wasn't very comforting. She called a doctor immediately and when HE took a look he semi-hollered to dial 911. -__- Turns out I needed to go somewhere that I could get a catscan because the doctor said my SKULL was exposed. After getting ten staples in my head, I got that scan, and found out that I have a concussion. ALSO, the scan exposed my body to some major radiation, which could cause cancer in the following years. AND on top of all that the [Edited, do not post inappropriate references] bottles cut up my side near my ribs, so I needed some stitches.<br><br>Now I've got a bunch of meds, a stapled head, and my cuts are -killing- me. I slept for thirteen hours so far. Just got up to check on VP. xD (Addict much?) My question is: Am I allowed to post pics of my staples?? I know you wanna see!!!!</span></span>
Goodbye old VP, hello disaster. xD
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Staircase from Malleni Stock at DeviantArt
Staircase from Malleni Stock at DeviantArt